Life in the slow past.
Machines to make casts.
Man left his two feet.
Onward machines and water fleets.
Faster and faster to run.
Horses - trains - cars plus fun.
Planes - turbos - rocket sleds.
UPWARD - ONWARD - NEVER DEAD.
Life grew into a complex song.
25 hour days - not too long.
Cris cross - tumble - spin round.
Lighter minds less profound.
I must escape for a day.
A mortgage for a days pay.
PLASTIC CARD - SPEND TILL DEAD.
Don't have time for bed.
High-octane vapor fumes.
Psycho wards and flowers bloom.
Spinning circle manic life.
All confusion - high as a kite.
51 cards - where's the ace? ? ? ?
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